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Subject: {ASSM} Stuck and Stuck
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Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2017 20:10:04 -0400
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Stuck and  Stuck
 
    Nudging the cellar door with my basket of laundry, as I slip around it 
in  the narrow hallway flick the switch for the light and move  forward 
burden blocking my view as I count down the steps, careful of my  footing, my 
fuzzy slippers more of a nuisance then secure  footing.
    Padding across the concrete floor to the corner laundry area and then  
sorting the various items of clothing and linens into another collection of  
baskets.  Wondering whether having daughters instead of sons would be an  
easier wash load.  My teenage sons, twins are a chore to keep in clothing  as 
for laundering and for repairing tears and rips.
    Humming softly Stairway to Heaven as I prepare to do a load of  whites. 
 Better my humming then an outright attempt to sing.  Looking  out of the 
narrow basement window to the driveway and the waning light.  My  suv in need 
of the rain that is expected tonight and a cheap way to wash it as  it 
stands across from me on the driveway.
    A  load of whites into the washer and the clothes that setting in the 
washer into  the drier as I figure how many loads it is going to take to get 
this weeks  laundry finished.  Reaching into the pocket of my light cotton 
robe for my  phone and texting my son's as to what their plans are tonight.  
Text them  both and maybe one will answer.  Text one and guaranteed no  
response.
    The  boys out biking with friends and my hope is to have a simple meal 
of delivered  pizza tonight.  Checking the shelves of dry good and mentally 
making a note  of what I am going to have to put on the grocery list.
    Actually surprised at the response time as the Boys are Back in Town by 
 Tin Lizzy plays on my cell phone.  I gave up having individual ring tones  
for them.  Where there is one, there is the other.
    The  boys saying that they will be home in about thirty minutes with 
some friends and  that pizza is fine; but make sure I get three.  One with 
pepperoni, one  with anchovies and one with peppers and onions.  And a couple 
of liters of  Coke.  Thinking I will add some garlic sticks to the order as I 
look at the  time on the clock and figure to wait till they are home to  
order.
    Padding back up the stairs and turning the doorknob of the basement  
door.  The knob turning but not opening.
    "Fuck!"  I must have hit the button on the lock when I nudged the  
door.  Pissed at myself as I climb back down the stairs and look around the  
work shop area, trying to figure how to jimmy the lock without breaking  
something in the door.
    Flatip screwdrivers and putty knife not able to push the latching  
mechanism back into the door jam.  I hope I have the right names for the  items.
    Wondering if taking a hammer to the area would be a satisfying way  to 
vent my frustration.  Not wanting to think of my alternatives as I  climb 
back down the stairs and look at the four windows in my basement.   All narrow 
and little used.  Wondering if they even open as I rule out  three of them 
quickly as one leads to the crawlspace under my back porch,  another is 
surrounded by a work area loaded with unused tool and  wood.  A third blocked in 
by storage boxes and barely  visible.
    The  fourth is my only real option as I look at the window in my 
laundry  area.  Wishing it was under my washing machine or dryer; but it is 
directly  under my old fashion square laundry sink.  Not sure if the molded  
plastic will support my weight as I reach over it to the window and push at  the 
locking mechanism with my fingers.  Finally using a hammer to open the  
rusty latch and then on tiptoes, straing to open it upwards and watching the  
thin metal guides bending as I force it to stay up.  Thankfully a chair  gives 
me the height to step into the tub and then stepping on the sides barely  
able to force my way through the opening after undoing the screen.  On tip  
toes again as I wedge my waist on the frame and then am able to pull my hips 
up  and ease my way narrowly through.  Hand walking myself on the grass 
outside  till I can pull my legs over the sill.
    Breathing heavy and minus a layer or two of skin around my ass and  
hips.  Thankfully no big breasts to get in my way as I brush at my  robe and 
look down at my open robe and the dust bunnies or worse that are  smeared on 
the front of my sleep teeshirt.  My nipples are indenting the  thin cotton 
shirt and my panties are wedged in a camel toe into my  pussy.
    Living in the country does have some advantages, as no one has seen me  
make this most unladylike exit from my basement.  Brushing at myself as I  
climb the back steps and entering the enclosed porch.  A tug on the  
doorknob and a very unladylike, "fuck, fuck, fuck this house."  The back  door is 
locked.  
    Frustrated as I open the cabinet on the porch, lift up the ball of 
twine  and find that the spare key is not in it usual hiding place.  A canvas of 
 the whole cabinet and not a key to be found.
    Walking around to the front and not even angry as the front storm door 
is  locked and even if it wasn't the double lock would be in the steel front 
door as  we never use it for access. 
    Padding back around to the back and another fruitless search of the  
cabinet and porch in general.  Not a fucking key in sight.  Really  pissed now 
as one of the boys must have used it and has it with him or left it  
insdie.  
    Reaching to my robe pocket for my cell phone to let the "little 
bastards"  (my little bastards) know that I am royally pissed.  The pocket 
partially  ripped from my escape from the basement and my cell phone somewhere 
between here  and there.
    My  search of the area outside of the basement and around the front and 
back porch  yielding nothing.  Taking a deep breath as I peer into the 
basement and  look around for the damn phone.  Nothing in sight as look down at 
the  washer spinning away and the dryer tumbling its load and then into the  
sink.  Not a phone in sight.
    Already having lost some skin and a lot of dignity, as pull my arms and 
 shoulders into the opening have a better view and still no phone.  A deep  
sigh and then working my chest in till I am kneeling outside on the grass, 
my  flat waist resting on the sill as I finally spot the phone on the chair 
that I  used to climb up to step in the sink.  My hands reaching to pull at 
the  light wooden chair by its back and tilt it towards me.  The spindle 
back  keeping the phone in place as I strain with all my arm strength to lift 
it off  the floor and up to sink level.
    The  chair tilting as I lose control and the phone sliding to the side 
and unto the  floor.  My head rising up as I jerk and slamming into the 
window levered up  to the ceiling.  The window pushing down on my body as it 
slides down the  rail and the old metal bends and tilts to the side.
    The  window not overly heavy; but now jammed in the slides and holding 
me bent at my  waist on the sill.  My upper body inside the basement and my 
lower body  kneeling on the grass outside.  Struggling to pull myself 
upright as the  weight and the glide on the window keeping it from moving.
    The  washer and dryer pounding away and a flood of water sprays from 
the hose leading  from the washer to the sink as the load drains.  The awkward 
position of  the window jammed on my back, preventing me from pulling back 
up out of the  window opening as the weight of my body is forced down with 
no purchase to push  myself back.  hips jammed in the narrow window and my 
knees and legs spread  to brace and support myself as I kneel helpless to go 
in or out of the  window.  The going in would be face first into the sink and 
the nasty  wetness from the washer.
    If  only I could have got my phone and texted my boys to help me.  They 
must be  coming home soon if their twenty minutes was accurate.  I really 
need to  get out of this before they get home as my robe is bunched up around 
my back and  my tee shirt is not quite covering my ass and panties.  This 
is so fucking  embarrassing.
    Wiggling isn't gain me any freedom; but more I am losing ground.   Even 
though it is moving towards twilight, my movement is not going to allow me  
to be in darkness outside as my motion lights will stay on and spotlight my 
suv  and my lower half as I struggle to not only free myself; but also to 
breathe as  the edge of the sill is cutting into my tummy and each breath is 
a  struggle.  My head is pounding with the flow of blood to my inverted  
body.  My blood pressure is high to begin with and now I hang helpless in  
frustration.  Using my hand to lift myself up a little bit and ease the  
circulation.  LIfting my head and breathing deeply as I wait, I know not  what for 
at this time.
    Hearing voices muffled through the blockage in the window that happens 
to  be me and calling out.  Moving my body as I shift on my knees, making 
sure  that the security light is triggered so my sons won't miss me in this  
predicament.  
    "Are  you okay Ms Rust?"  A voice sounding a ways off and then 
repeating again as  the person steps closer.  Feeling someone alongside of me and 
the voice  again asking if I am okay.  It is not one of my son's; but I am 
sure it is  one of their friends.  I can hear another voice somewhere behind  
me.
    Yelling as best I can, "have my sons go in the basement and try to push 
 the window up."  Not sure what the boys are hearing; but feeling hands  
reaching to my waist and tugging at my body.  I know they will be  
unsuccessful; but can't convey that information to them as they tug and  pull.  
    Then  feeling a hand snaking in alongside of my left hip and pushing at 
the window  jammed against my back.  There is not enough room to work with 
my hips  filling most of the opening; but the arm and hand are determined 
and push  against the window and then feeling it touching my breast through 
the material  of my tee shirt.
    Jerking my body away as best I can from the hand and yelling for them  
that is not the window.  The hand weakly pushing at the window again and  
then slipping to touch my breast and the tip of my nipple that is semi hard at 
 almost all times.  
    Wiggling and trying to reach up with one hand to push the hand away; 
but  feeling myself unbalanced and having to grip the edge of the sink again.  
 The fingers bolder as they actually rub against the soft mound and roll 
the hard  nub through the material of my tee shirt.
    Thinking through the pressure in my head, that this kid is a fucking  
pervert and taking advantage of me in this position.  Wondering where the  
fuck my son's are and what is keeping them.
    As I  try to brush the hand away, I feel another hand reach between my 
legs and pull  at my thigh as if trying to pull me from the window jam.  The 
fingers  touching my breast now gone and then I feel another arm slipping 
between my legs  and pulling at my other leg.  Then hand encircling my thighs 
and needless  to say that my center of gravity is right at the spot and 
they can't move my  body an inch.
    The  hands still tugging at my thigh; but are touching my pubic area 
and fingers are  pitty patting the soft flesh of my vulva through my panties 
as they pretend to  be tugging at my body.  
    I am  well aware of the forearms pressing up against my fat lips as 
they tug and pull  and grope at my lower body.  I can feel the coolness of the 
evening on my  ass cheeks and legs and the damp spitting of moisture as the 
skies open with a  sprinkling of light rain to add to this situation.
    My  voice becoming hoarse as I continue to yell to the boys behind me 
to have my  boy's go to the basement.  Either my boys are not around or these 
boy's,  whoever they are can't hear or aren't paying attention to my  
instructions.
    I  think it is the last as they are touching my nether area in a very 
familiar way  and taking advantage of my helpless condition.  
    In  spite of my hapless state, I can feel that the finger touches are 
having some  affect on me and my body as I feel my nipples swell to the 
hardness of diamonds  and my labia swelling to fat pads of flesh protecting the 
entrance to me  pussy.
    Not  thinking clearly as I still wiggle not only to escape the window; 
but the hands  and fingers touching things that a teenage boy should not be 
touching on an  older woman.
    Fingers prying under the leg of my panties and then pulling them down  
over my ass to my thighs.  The fingers now finding the bare hot flesh of my  
labia and sawing along my slit till they find the wetness of my tunnel  
walls.  Shifting to escape the fingers; but not able to move but for a  wiggle 
of my ass.  
    Quickly the fingers pushing deep into my wet warm hole and finger 
fucking  my pussy.  Moaning as the fingers brush my smooth button and add to the  
arousal of my body to the contact.
    Another set of fingers are touching the outside of my pussy from the  
front as the fingers continue to fuck into my cunt from behind.  My wetness  
proof to me that I am excited; but trying to fight off the feelings of 
pleasure  as the untrained fingers probe and push into my hole.
    My  breathing raspy as I try to control it.  My pleas falling on deaf 
ears and  just muffled by my body plugging the narrow window.  Not sure who 
these  boys are or how many as they continue to fondle and touch and pinch at 
my lower  parts.
    They  may be inexperienced; but their attention is getting my body wet 
and  receptive.  Fingers pushing my robe up over my back and then my tee 
shirt,  forcing them under the sill of the window.  My panties pulled from my 
legs  and I kneel naked from the waist down in the wet grass.
    I can  feel movement and hear sound behind me and then eyes going wide 
as I feel a boy  kneeling between my legs and then the warm head of a cock 
slipping between my  thighs from behind.  A couple of attempts and the cock 
slips into my wet  hole.  Moaning in humiliation and pleasure at the same 
time as the boy  leans into my ass and pushes his cock deeper into the grasp of 
my steamy  walls.
    Feeling tears of helpless frustration in my eyes as the boy draws back  
and slips free and then pushes into my body again.  A few more withdrawdals 
 and the boy moving to take smaller strokes as he fucks into my  pussy.
    My  pleas not heard from the other side as the boy takes his time and 
works in and  out of my puss.  The lights going dark in the basement as I 
hear footsteps  on the stairs and see a vague silouette move towards me in the 
almost  darkness.
    Hand  reaching and finding my back and then slipping around to my front 
and pinching  and cupping my small breasts.  Then the hands reaching and 
pulling my robe  and shirt down over my head and the arms at my wrists.  My 
upper body now  naked, as the fingers return to touch my small breasts, 
hanging pear shaped from  my chest.
    "No,  Nooooooo.  Please, don't do this."  My pleas in vain as the 
fingers  find the hard nipples and pinch and tug at the flesh, Rolling the thick 
tips in  the small fingers.  My body shuddering as jolts of pleasure shoot 
to my  core from my ultra sensitive nipples.  My body shaking as the touch  
continues.  My head brushing a shirt and chest as I try to look up from my  
position.  Panting and hissing as the fingers continue to play my breasts  
like a musical instrument  evoking mewls and moans and groans and whimpers  as 
my cunt responses to the contact and I give the cock inside of me a few  
involuntary squeezes, causes the boy to cum with a hard jerk of his body.   
His semen shooting into the darkness of my tunnel.  
    My  pleas, of no, no, in vain as he jerks a couple more times and my 
body gives an  involuntary milking as he rests on my back and then pulls back, 
his cock  slipping free and I can feel the warmth of his cream as it slides 
out of my cunt  to form long white strings with the ground.
    No  sound other then loud breathing from the boy in the basement as my 
entreaties  fall on deaf ears.  The boy rolling my nipples and pinching and 
tugging  gently at my breasts.  The buildup a warm ball of sensation in my 
core as  my nubs send pleasure jolts through my body.  
    Tears  rolling from my eyes to my forehead and hair as I hang upside 
down.   Helpless and needy are a bad combination.  Frustration at being 
trapped and  frustration of the loss of control of the situation.  My nipples raw 
with  sensation as the boy's fingers have taken away my ability to think  
clearly.
    Begging for the boy to stop and free me.  My lower body wriggling  
outside the window as my flesh of my tummy is quivering under my  skin. 
Distracted, I didn't even feel the second boy shoving his prick into  my cunt from 
behind.  His hands on my hips, as he pushes into my ass  cheeks.  My pleas 
becoming moans as he strokes the velvety walls and they  have clenched on his 
cock a couple of times before I realize I am being raped  again.
    This  is a different boy, this cock smaller then the first one.  His 
body  bouncing up to stroke into my wet tunnel.  Hoping that he will finish  
quickly and giving him a little encouragement as I kegel on the prick and 
milk  it hard with my inner muscle.
    My  concentration lost on the boy as I hear a scrapping sound and the 
boy then  tugging my hair to lift up my head.
    The  scent wafting to my nostrils familiar; but not as strong as I am 
use to.   It is the musk of a male crotch.  Feeling the warm flesh touching 
my cheek  as my eyes strain to see in the darkness.  The scent strong as it 
also  carries the scent of pussy and I think this must be the first boy who 
fucked  me.
    "Please, do not do this.  Please you have to set me free."  My  words 
lost as the boy takes the opportunity to push his erect cock against my  lips 
and into my mouth.  He must be standing on a chair as  his groin  slaps 
into my face.  The cock buried in my mouth as I gurgle and mutter  nonsensical 
sounds.  The hairless belly rubbing on my cheeks, the ball sack  slapping on 
my chin as the boy fucks my mouth.
    My  neck straining as he holds my head up, my hands still supporting me 
on the edge  of the basement sink.  My eyes watering as the boy pumps his 
cock from one  cheek to the other and not quite making the entrance to my  
throat.
    Almost forgetting about the other half of my body, till I feel someone  
kneeling behind me and a cock slipping into my wet and used pussy once  
again.  The boy's hands finding my clit and folds as he fucks steadily into  my 
body.  The two of them pushing me back and forth as they spit my body  with 
their cocks.
    My  concentration on the boy using my face as I try to keep from losing 
my grip on  the sink and worry about him smashing my nose with each thrust 
of his  hips.
    The  boy in my mouth not lasting long after I decided that joining in 
the act was the  best way to end it.  Pulling my cheeks to suckle the boy 
cock and feeling  the velvety head swell in my mouth just as he rams into me 
hard and a glut of  cream erupts from his cock.  The first shot most of the 
load as he is still  mostly drained from earlier and he just milks a little 
more into my mouth as I  swallow the seed and suck the teat dry of its 
precious  load.
    More  scrapping as the boy pulls back and my head is released and I 
lick my lips and  taste the film of semen coating the inside of my mouth.
    "Will  you help me get free now?"  Hoping that he is sated and tried of 
the game  of raping me.
    Now  grunting as the boy behind me slaps hard into the backs of my 
thighs and his  cock fucks into my cunt.  Vocally and mentally unable to keep 
from letting  my feelings be exposed as I moan and groan and even whimper as 
this boy takes my  cunt and makes it his.  Finishing with a series of hard 
thrusts leading to  the ejection of his seed into my pussy.
    Breathing heavy and panting as I slam back to meet the boy for a last  
couple of strokes.  My pussy is so close to an orgasm.  Wishing I  could 
tell the boy to rub my clit harder as I just need a boost to give his cock  a 
spasming orgasmic ride.
    A  groan of frustration as the boy pulls free and my  hips are still 
wiggling  with more semen draining from my sloppy cunt.
    Listening for more steps in the basement or a brush of movement behind 
me  to announce the next boy that will take advantage of my  position.
    Long  minutes go by and the security light is spotlighting my bare ass 
and slick  thighs.  Finally hearing sounds on the basement stairs and dimly 
seeing the  outlines of two figures as they move to the window.  Feeling 
them not  touching my body; but working at the window.
    Bidding them to not worry about the guide; but just to get me free.   
Struggling to lift up the weight of the window as they push and pull and then 
 hearing a rusty grating as one of the hinges bends and then the window is  
loose.
    As  they lift it into the locked position, I am able to push up with my 
arms and  shift my weight to slowly back myself out of the window  frame.
    Breathless and chest heaving as I gulp for air and sit bare assed on 
the  grass as I try to collect my wits.
    A raw  scrapped skin across my tummy from where my weight pushed into 
the window  frame.  My arms sore from bracing myself on the sink.  And my 
labia  hot and bruised from the fucking and fingering from  behind.
    Looking around but not seeing anyone out of the circle of the security  
light as I pull my shorts back up to cover my fucked pussy.  My top laying  
on the floor of the basement.  
    Daubing between my legs with my fingers as I can still feel seepage 
from  my ravaged cunt lips.  The inside of my thighs slick and crusty from the  
assault.
    Pushing myself off the ground and feeling a weakness in my legs as I 
walk  around to the back of my house.  Climbing the stairs to the porch, not  
caring if anyone can see my naked upper body.
    The  door open as I step inside and expect, well I don't know what to 
expect as I  don't see any boys or hear any sound either.  Finding the 
basement stairs  and switching on the light and  walking to the window, seeing the 
old bent  rusty metal and wrestling it closed and locked.  A project to 
straighten  out another day.
    Pulling my top back over my sore and aching breasts and weakly plodding 
 up the stairs to the first floor.  
    Hearing a sound from above and then climbing to the second floor.   
Feeling my bruised labia rubbing as I stop in front of my sons' bedroom and  
then turning the doorknob and stepping into the room.
    Seeing four boys look up from the board game they are playing on the  
floor.  Guilt is in the eyes of all of them as they flush and make no  sound.
    Not  sure what to say as I look from one to the other.  I want to 
threaten them  with raping me.  I know that I won't and can't do that.  Three  
different boys fucked my cunt and one my face; but still only three boys.   
One did fuck me as best I can remember.  Since there are four boys here and  
two are my sons, at least one of my son's raped me if not  both.
    Another look around and then, "thanks for freeing me from the stuck  
window.  However, you could have done it quicker and not been distracted  with 
things that you shouldn't have been doing."  Feeling a flush on my  face 
and as I take a deep breath, I can smell the musk of my aroused and well  used 
cunt.
    Shuffling down the corridor to the bathroom, making a side trip for a  
robe and then taking a long hot shower to ease the pain and soreness and to  
finally get myself off.
    Wondering as I rub hard against my clit and deep in my cunt if I could  
tell who fucked me if they did it while I could see them.  Standing and  
laying back against the wall of the shower, fingers still curled deep inside 
of  me.  Eyes closed as I fuck my fingers in gasping  moans.
    Coming back to my senses and looking at one of my sons staring at  me.  
"When you are done and dried off, lay on the bed with your lights  off.  
You will be having some visitors."
    Too  shocked to response as he closes the door to the bathroom and I 
slip from the  stall and dry and powder myself.  Then slipping on my robe and 
walking over  to my bedroom.  Closing the door as I turn off the light and 
slip my robe  onto a chair.
    Laying back on my pillows, my legs open and  waiting for my night time 
visitors.  Wondering if all four will visit  this time.  Fingers idly toying 
with my swollen folds and nipples as I  await the opening of the 
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